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Can women be Inspirational political leaders?

The Democratic presidential primary pits Hillary Clinton's bookish knowledge and experience against the smooth inspirational poetry of Barack Obama. It appear that Barack is on a roll. Hillary was the expected favorite until just a few weeks ago. But Barack's spiritul oratory has captured a new generation of workers and voters. When Barack paraphrases Martin he doesn't turn off white voters the way Jesse Jackson does. He's being called the next Kennedy, by some members of the clan.

My question is, can a woman be as inspirational as a man? Can a woman use poetry and be taken serious? Can Hillary refer to the "cornfields of Iowa", can she say "from the east and the south and across this nation"? Can she proclaim "Our time has come"? How would the country respond to this kind of language from a woman?

Morgan Freeman portrays a black President in Armaggeddon and the movie hits a jackpot. There's a black Presdient in "24" and the show is successful. But when a woman becomes Commander in Chief the show is cancelled or it's just a temporary situation as in Air Force One.

Women are mothers. They nourish us. They guide us and comfort us. Leaders are fearless and powerful. They can show passion without being emotional. I look at woman in Congress, women like Dianne Feinstein and Olympia Snowe. Good senatores but not inspirational. Barbara Boxer and Elizabeth Dole. Good senators but not inspirational.

Margaret Thatcher was a successful conservative leader but wasn't inspirational. Is it just gonna take time for the right woman to appear? Or is there something innate?

Getting older

On Wednesday I go for my first Colonoscopy. I wanted to cancel it so bad. Tomorrow I start an all liquid diet. Chicken broth, orange or lime jello and plain tea. It sounds like something old people do. When did I become one of them old people. I'm now closer to 51 han 50. Half a century.

I used to look at 50 year olders with such contempt. I would never be like them I vowed. I would look at them at the gym and dare that they came near me. My skin would stay firm and taut. My hair, always brown. My teeth would be in my mouth. I would never need glasses. I would never get a little dog.

Now, I have a glasses set in places throughout the house. My hair has streaks of grey. I wear two hearing aids. I pulled a muscle in my back lifting my 75 pound 12 year old Golden Retriever up into the back of the truck.

Now, I live in Palm Springs, where the average age is deceased. Though more younger people arrive daily. I'm a spring chicken again. As it should be. At the gym, I look at the 70 year olders with contempt. I will never become like them I vow. I will never get wrinkles around my eyes. My hair won't fall out. I won't need ankle braces and wrist guards. I won't drive a big car.

Catch me in a few years. Hopefully, I'll have contempt for the 90 year olders walking around with oxygen masks and canes. It'll never be me I'll say.